Freddy, an Unguarded Moment

March 4, 2011

As Freddy dreams—the sunshine on the grain,
the sunshine on the corn, a coin drop in
one’s own mimetic bucket, so to speak,
this—portal— this great backyard—opens.
Oh, I adore it, he thinks, laying back.
It is summer. It is. How summer it is.

This entry was posted on March 4, 2011 at 3:30 am and is filed under poetry.

Tags: , , ,

2 Responses to “Freddy, an Unguarded Moment”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    March 4, 2011 at 9:00 am

    No, you’re quite right. One ‘lays’ a pencil on the table and ‘lies’ on the couch…though it is easier to lie with a pencil than a couch…though if one couches one’s term carefully…
    Freddy is having an unguarded moment. I think we’ll let him lay back. Well. Perhaps he should ‘kick’ back…?

    But thanks. I think we will see more of Freddy.

  2. John Stevens Says:

    March 4, 2011 at 8:09 am

    This is beautiful Jim: simple; beautiful. “Oh, I adore it”!. Each line is a delight, and the last four words especially.

    (Tiny query: ‘laying’ rather than ‘lying’: colloquial rather than trad participle? I get confused about this usage … )


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: